Napoleon da Legend - Jewelz, Pt. III Lyrics

We live and learn, liquor makes the liver burn / anxiety seeps through the epiderm/ will Obama get a second term? / only death is certain/ will the human race ever learn/ I make cheddar burn/ get my point across in just 11 words/ times are harder than they ever were/ pain in my soul is hereditary/ we forever search/ for the meaning of life in every turn/ do we die and then return or go to heaven and splurge?/ or freefall in the abyss of hell and then burn?/ do we earn a pass to get us in first?/ like night club promoters while god studies my motives/ soul cleansing flushing my motor/ hustle is in my culture/ success/ death sucks us in closer/ now my heart is torn/ pushing harder through the storm/ junk food in my belly now my arteries are worn/ hard to see the wrong/ part of me’s torn/ the good side of me’s there but it’s hard to reach to him/ bad economy/ no stopping my movement while the poverty’s booming/ grinding till I’m in the driver seat cruising/ no more privacy for humans they YouTubing us/ locked in this rubix cube of consumerism/ worshipping the superficial/ no matter how long you run the truth will always hit you/ Jewelz

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Through my life I’ve seen all types of things/ the good the bad the ugly/ what life can bring/ through the heartaches and pain we find the strength within/ we dig deep for what it takes to win (what it takes to win)

Mind over matter/ we never mind the chatter/ my rhyme chatter I grind until I climb the ladder/ at night I shine like Las Vegas Nevada/ on or off stage I’m manifesting the latter/ see the symbolism as simple as I envision/ choose words that I assemble like Hieroglyphics/ it’s all physics/ written in the star systems/ the positive comes to the one that’s optimistic/ my belief system kills obsolete wisdom/ forces inside of me keep driving me on my mission/ to free the captive I spit for kings and Cleopatras/ dodging enemies in the Matrix with Neo backflips/ homeopathic Pisces/ Zodiac is sick/ crowd yelling homie threw me off with his accent/ Atlas throwing the earth off the axis/ small minded rappers jerking off on the mattress/ talking about his chains and rims spinning/ when he goes out to clubs he gets brains from 10 women/ now his fans don’t believe him anymore/ even worse his own man don’t believe him anymore/ now the reason in your core’s telling you to change/ the words from your songs putting you to shame/ and now you out the game/ no one will truly miss you/ no matter how much you run the truth will always hit you